Morning sunlight poured into the main hall of the Wudong Sect.
The atmosphere was different today—
quiet, yet heavy with meaning.
Wu Zhenghai had summoned all the core elders.
And standing at the center of them all was—
Ma Choasung.
Or perhaps…
Li Tian.
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The Moment of Truth
Ma Choasung took a deep breath.
"I have lived while hiding a truth," he said calmly.
"Now the time has come—
for my name, and for my path."
He removed his cloak.
"I am not Ma Choasung," his voice remained steady.
"My real name… is Li Tian."
A faint ripple moved through the hall.
"I am a merchant from the Outer Region," he continued.
"The son of the Tian family—
someone who learned how to survive through numbers."
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The Sect Leader's Response
Wu Zhenghai closed his eyes for a moment.
Then he opened them and said only—
"Changing a name
does not change the man."
The elders quietly exhaled in relief.
"You chose to speak the truth," the sect leader said.
"That alone follows the law of Murim."
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The Reason — Returning Home
Li Tian met his gaze directly.
"I must return to my family."
"The Tian family is rising again," he said.
"But without me, they could fall once more."
There was no hesitation in his eyes—
only responsibility.
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The Decision About the Engagement
Wu Xinyue sat silently, her fingers resting on a jade cup.
Li Tian looked at her—
for the first time without calculation.
"I'm not running from marriage," he said.
"But I need one year."
"In one year," he continued, turning to the sect leader,
"I will stabilize my family,
bring my cultivation to a proper foundation,
and then—
return with full honor."
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Wu Zhenghai's Decision
The sect leader stood.
"Wudong Sect is a home of swords," he said,
"but we also understand promises."
"One year," he declared.
"After that, the marriage will proceed."
Wu Xinyue lifted her eyes.
No embarrassment.
No anger.
Only acceptance.
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A Farewell Without Drama
Later, Wu Xinyue spoke just one line—
"Come back."
Li Tian nodded.
"Stronger."
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End Scene
Li Tian walked out through the gates of the Wudong Sect.
Behind him—
a city of swords.
Ahead of him—
his home.
Caption:
Only when a man reclaims his true name
does he become worthy of reclaiming his fate.